As the Eleventh Hour Begins

In the late of our tale

the bad and the beautiful play out in time

as I sit alone and wish I could smoke a cigarette and forget all about you.

Sordid are we, in secret

but you, the worst of anything,

silent in the midst of it all.

But hey, what can I say?  

That is as it should be

in our silly little empire of love.

Some say that when you know that one true love

that it shines in your mistakes  and your dreams or nightmares

Well maybe they don't say that, but I do. 

So ask yourself, where are you with me?

I can't stop to tell you that I am sorry for trying to gain ground

when all I have is the past I have lived before you

So when I waste away to dust and come back strong and different 

don't pretend you don't see me because we both know you notice

So here I am, wondering what sort of move do I make next 

as the eleventh hour begins.

Reviews

[mattavelli]

Hello, Sarah! :)
Crush him! Use his promises and facade to bend him to your will.